Mariella Rina Thu Jun 11, 2009 1:25 amName: Mariella Rina Moonstone.
Nickname: Ella, Mari, Ri, Moon.
Gender: Female.
Age: 17 (2 in wolf)
Grade: (I dont know American terms so....) Grade 11
Breed: Arctic Wolf
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Wolf Appearence: Her fur was a silky white. It flowed over her flanks in soft tufts covering her in a soft warm pelt. A small thick ruff of fur encircled her neck as shinning golden eyes peered out of her head. A dark nose twitched as scents crossed her path, letting her quick brain sort and store the information as silent padded white feet crossed the snowy tundra.
Human Appearence:
Long white blond hair cascaded down past her shoulders to end at her knees of her short 5'3" stature, as brilliant blue eyes peer out from behind a blond white fringe. As it fell down past her body it passed her small curvy frame that was usually clad in tight jeans, a skirt, or a pair of leggings. Her upper frame was usually draped in a small t-shirt, a soft pale colored silk blouse, or a long soft colored cotton thigh length dress. Her small feet were encased in small ballet slippers, or runners.
Wolf History: Mariella has never roamed free. Her world was always covered with humans. Ancestors past carried the gene of the wolf through their blood passing it on from on to another as the priests or priestess' of the moon were born. Mariella has been in training from her mother since she was born to take over the family legacy and become an advisor of the moon to the protectors of the wolves. The gods gave them the power to shift so that they may walk free among both brethren of wolf, and the race of humans.
Human History: Surrounded by a loving family Meriella wanted for nothing, though her family lived on the Shrine of the Moon temple grounds. They were the shrine tenders and the priest or priestess of the grounds for thousands of years. Turning into a wolf had always been a family ledgend but she had never believed it, though her own wolf curled under the surface giving strength and wisdom. Her family, thought of as eccentric for their worship of the moon, was slightly outcast. Due to this, though she helped everyone and was kind to them she was cast aside for her beliefs. So being alone began to become her custom unless helping someone else as she was brought up too. She haunted the library and first aid station between her classes trying to help or surround herself in her only comforts, the words on the pages of a book or the stroke of a pencil or brush.
Wolf Personality: Wise, silent and cautious is how Meriella is. She gives advice and warnings to the Alpha's but never orders them around. She is shy as well always hanging back unless called upon.
Human Personality: Shy, quiet and kind Meriella tries to make friends but they have a hard time connecting to her due to her old ways upbringing. This makes her even more quiet and withdrawn from the social circle of everyone else in her school. A soft smile always graced her lips as she walked anywhere a soothing aura excluded from her. Forced since birth to be loving and accepting she has great difficulty showing anger or hurt though she feels all those emotions sharply.
Roleplay Sample:
Her pink ballet shoe covered feet softly touched the ground, first left than right, as she looked out of the door of her mothers small car. Black legging covered shins emerged next as she slipped from her seat as she pulled the pale blue dress back down to her lower thighs as from it bunching up as she curled herself into the small compact car. Reaching in, while pushing her long braid over her shoulder, she grabbed the eco-friendly over the shoulder back pack filled with her notes, books, and binders. A sigh escaped her rose petal gloss colored lips as her blue eyes shined at her mother in soft worry.
"You and Papa will be alright today, Momma?" Her soft voice flowed from between her lips, a soft lit of worry gracing the tones. See her mother nod and shoo her off she turned to the educational building. Blocking the sun from her eyes with a small fragile looking hand. Blocking the horror, sorrow and longing from her mind she smiled softly she started walking toward the glass front doors. Time to face the masses of ingorant simpletons who didn't show kindness to a passing butterfly.
Nickname: Ella, Mari, Ri, Moon.
Gender: Female.
Age: 17 (2 in wolf)
Grade: (I dont know American terms so....) Grade 11
Breed: Arctic Wolf
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Wolf Appearence: Her fur was a silky white. It flowed over her flanks in soft tufts covering her in a soft warm pelt. A small thick ruff of fur encircled her neck as shinning golden eyes peered out of her head. A dark nose twitched as scents crossed her path, letting her quick brain sort and store the information as silent padded white feet crossed the snowy tundra.
Human Appearence:
Long white blond hair cascaded down past her shoulders to end at her knees of her short 5'3" stature, as brilliant blue eyes peer out from behind a blond white fringe. As it fell down past her body it passed her small curvy frame that was usually clad in tight jeans, a skirt, or a pair of leggings. Her upper frame was usually draped in a small t-shirt, a soft pale colored silk blouse, or a long soft colored cotton thigh length dress. Her small feet were encased in small ballet slippers, or runners.
Wolf History: Mariella has never roamed free. Her world was always covered with humans. Ancestors past carried the gene of the wolf through their blood passing it on from on to another as the priests or priestess' of the moon were born. Mariella has been in training from her mother since she was born to take over the family legacy and become an advisor of the moon to the protectors of the wolves. The gods gave them the power to shift so that they may walk free among both brethren of wolf, and the race of humans.
Human History: Surrounded by a loving family Meriella wanted for nothing, though her family lived on the Shrine of the Moon temple grounds. They were the shrine tenders and the priest or priestess of the grounds for thousands of years. Turning into a wolf had always been a family ledgend but she had never believed it, though her own wolf curled under the surface giving strength and wisdom. Her family, thought of as eccentric for their worship of the moon, was slightly outcast. Due to this, though she helped everyone and was kind to them she was cast aside for her beliefs. So being alone began to become her custom unless helping someone else as she was brought up too. She haunted the library and first aid station between her classes trying to help or surround herself in her only comforts, the words on the pages of a book or the stroke of a pencil or brush.
Wolf Personality: Wise, silent and cautious is how Meriella is. She gives advice and warnings to the Alpha's but never orders them around. She is shy as well always hanging back unless called upon.
Human Personality: Shy, quiet and kind Meriella tries to make friends but they have a hard time connecting to her due to her old ways upbringing. This makes her even more quiet and withdrawn from the social circle of everyone else in her school. A soft smile always graced her lips as she walked anywhere a soothing aura excluded from her. Forced since birth to be loving and accepting she has great difficulty showing anger or hurt though she feels all those emotions sharply.
Roleplay Sample:
Her pink ballet shoe covered feet softly touched the ground, first left than right, as she looked out of the door of her mothers small car. Black legging covered shins emerged next as she slipped from her seat as she pulled the pale blue dress back down to her lower thighs as from it bunching up as she curled herself into the small compact car. Reaching in, while pushing her long braid over her shoulder, she grabbed the eco-friendly over the shoulder back pack filled with her notes, books, and binders. A sigh escaped her rose petal gloss colored lips as her blue eyes shined at her mother in soft worry.
"You and Papa will be alright today, Momma?" Her soft voice flowed from between her lips, a soft lit of worry gracing the tones. See her mother nod and shoo her off she turned to the educational building. Blocking the sun from her eyes with a small fragile looking hand. Blocking the horror, sorrow and longing from her mind she smiled softly she started walking toward the glass front doors. Time to face the masses of ingorant simpletons who didn't show kindness to a passing butterfly.
